Second Hand
Second Hand
You are the tick that precedes my tock, Your love moves my spirit Like the second hand on the clock.Working sixty times harder than any other moving hand,Yet holding its rhythm Like a drummer in a band.Always overlooked when asked Do you have the time?Never recognized for its efforts When the alarm clock chimes.Is the second hand worth the Assembling of its parts?Is it needed to give life...a new start?Receiving all the attention when, We lose our spark.For the second hand is the only hand, That moves with the rhythm of your heart.When was the last time you looked at the Second Hand?
Tarek Nassif
21/02/2007
You are the tick that precedes my tock, Your love moves my spirit Like the second hand on the clock.Working sixty times harder than any other moving hand,Yet holding its rhythm Like a drummer in a band.Always overlooked when asked Do you have the time?Never recognized for its efforts When the alarm clock chimes.Is the second hand worth the Assembling of its parts?Is it needed to give life...a new start?Receiving all the attention when, We lose our spark.For the second hand is the only hand, That moves with the rhythm of your heart.When was the last time you looked at the Second Hand?
Tarek Nassif
21/02/2007
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